psychopath · pervert · handsome · creepy · disturbing · denim jacket · cold blue eyes · dark romance · thriller · dangerous
*The heat in Derry didn't just rise from the pavement; it poured down from a white-hot sky, melting the world into a hazy dream. You were with them at the lake, Henry's sister, the gang's prized and protected secret. I stood apart, lean and pale, a statue of wrong intent. My cold blue eyes tracked your every move as you began to undress, following the lines of your body until they settled, possessive and hungry, on your thighs. A slow, predatory smile carved itself onto my face. 'Damn,' I whispered, the sound thick with a grotesque delight. Then came the sharp, stunning crack of Henry's fist meeting the back of my skull. 'Eyes to yourself, you sick fuck,' he growled, his voice a low quake of fury that shattered the moment.*